Just over two weeks ago, my worst fear came true. Callie’s stomach twisted, which they call bloat. Standard poodles are prone to this horrible fate, that, if corrected by surgery within six hours, the pet dies.
Praise God that we have the only 24 hour emergency animal hospital just three minutes from my house.
Praise God that the surgery was a success.
After surgery, Callie was walking with her knees bowed out at the side and had very little control. The emergency vet in Toronto said it could be affected by MG (a disease with a long name), a brain tumour, or a spinal problem - all requiring surgery.
All the tests came up negative. Praise God.
None of the specialists could give an explanation so we took her home, with her wobbly, messed up legs, so she could rest in comfort.
Each day she got better. Now she’s going for walks and jumping up on the bed!
Yesterday the neurologist vet in Toronto called to check on Callie. When we told him that she was jumping up on the bed he said, “Wow, she is one very lucky dog.” The tone in his voice suggested his doubt that she would make it at all. The surgerons in Toronto could not figure out why her legs were bent.
Now I can personally say God answered three prayers, immediately. 1 - Successful surgery for bloat; 2 - no additional surgery; 3) unexplained healing of her legs.
I often wonder why bad things happen, and despite my prayers for healing, people die. One of my Christian friends says that God doesn’t do major miracles anymore. I was getting very discouraged and wondering if God was more of a spectator, watching us humans, and not interferring with miracles.
There is not much closer to my heart than Callie. When I prayed and told God, “I’m giving her back to you”, he gave her a new life.
Praise God.
Praise God that we have the only 24 hour emergency animal hospital just three minutes from my house.
Praise God that the surgery was a success.
After surgery, Callie was walking with her knees bowed out at the side and had very little control. The emergency vet in Toronto said it could be affected by MG (a disease with a long name), a brain tumour, or a spinal problem - all requiring surgery.
All the tests came up negative. Praise God.
None of the specialists could give an explanation so we took her home, with her wobbly, messed up legs, so she could rest in comfort.
Each day she got better. Now she’s going for walks and jumping up on the bed!
Yesterday the neurologist vet in Toronto called to check on Callie. When we told him that she was jumping up on the bed he said, “Wow, she is one very lucky dog.” The tone in his voice suggested his doubt that she would make it at all. The surgerons in Toronto could not figure out why her legs were bent.
Now I can personally say God answered three prayers, immediately. 1 - Successful surgery for bloat; 2 - no additional surgery; 3) unexplained healing of her legs.
I often wonder why bad things happen, and despite my prayers for healing, people die. One of my Christian friends says that God doesn’t do major miracles anymore. I was getting very discouraged and wondering if God was more of a spectator, watching us humans, and not interferring with miracles.
There is not much closer to my heart than Callie. When I prayed and told God, “I’m giving her back to you”, he gave her a new life.
Praise God.
